Sun Yuzhen couldn't believe her eyes!

I can't believe my ears!

In Sun Yuzhen's impression, Lin Zaishan's music is very irritable, just like his personality.

In addition to the shining work "Wheat Field", Lin Zaishan's other works have a tendency to metal and extreme styles.

Especially Lin Zaishan’s third album and the last album - "Broken", it is completely metal punk style, which makes people feel very annoyed.

When I was at work today, Sun Yuzhen specially looked for Lin Zaishan’s music online to listen to.

Except for the familiar "Wheat Field", she basically couldn't listen to other songs.

She is not a literary young woman who likes rock and roll. She likes more healing music.

Just like the melody echoing in her ears now, it sounds very heart-wrenching and particularly story-like to her.

It surprised Sun Yuzhen that Lin Zaishan was able to sing such a song.

Is that Lin Zaishan?

It was seven or eight meters away, but Sun Yuzhen did not dare to get close.

Holding up the black-framed glasses on the bridge of her nose, she looked carefully at the thin back under the dim light.

The man's hair was scattered freely, and the half-white and half-black hair color intertwined a natural feeling of vicissitudes.

The thin shoulders and back, like candles in the wind, slowly swayed with the singing, which was very consistent with the singing.

You can't make a mistake, that uncle must be Lin Zaishan.

The one next to it is Bai Ge, his daughter.

Infected by the sad song, Sun Yuzhen suddenly felt that the backs of the father and daughter were freehand - like a lonely and warm landscape painting, which made people feel very touched.

I didn't know that there was a pair of pure eyes behind me paying attention to him singing.

Immersed in Pu Shu's music, Lin Zaishan enjoyed the newly reborn magnetic sweet voice, which was hard to come by, and hummed the last paragraph of this song "Listen to the Wind" with heartfelt attention—

...

Aiya~Aiya~

Wait for the wind to bury her ~

Aiya~Aiya~

Wait for the wind to bury her ~

Aiya~Aiya~

We were on the road

Aiya~Aiya~

Wait for the wind to bury her ~

...

The lonely notes blowing like the wind and raindrops slowly eject from the fingers of the forest in the mountains.

The last sound ends.

But the air still filled with the afterglow of sadness.

The waves slammed the beach and swept away the confusion in the song.

despair.

Press the Stop Recording key on the recorder.

Bai Ge breathed a long sigh of relief: "Dad, you are going to cry for me, I am so moved."

"Do you know what I sing?"

"I can hear your heartache and feel your confusion from this song, but I feel that in the end, you are gradually relieved of everything in the past."

Lin Zaishan was stunned. He didn't expect that Bai Ge's musical sense and musical comprehension were so strong!

Bai Ge often writes soft articles in music and has a very strong appreciation ability. She has heard countless songs, but her favorite is the "Wheat Field" that grew up with her.

Since childhood, her mother instilled with Lin Zaishan’s belief that she was a genius musician. Her firm belief was like believing that the sun rose from the east, and she never wavered.

Every note that Lin Zaishan dialed was full of expectations and surprises to Bai Ge.

But in the past three years, Lin Zaishan has only occasionally flashed the inspiration like a genius, but he was unable to string the inspiration into a complete song, which made Bai Ge very uncomfortable.

She always felt that her father was trapped in a vicious circle and was wandering around inside, but she couldn't get out of it.

She could feel the pain that her father was pursuing but was unattainable, and she was also very distressed.

She thought that her father might have chosen the wrong direction of music. He always wanted to pursue a spark of fierce collision. The melody was extremely, thorough, and very rock, but it was just not right.

One thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a demon.

Bai Ge always felt that Lin Zaishan had almost had an epiphany. As long as she could "awake" her father would definitely regain her strength.

But when will her father wake up?

She doesn't know.

But she firmly believed that her father would definitely "awake" him.

Unexpectedly, the epiphany was only in this car accident.

Lin Zaishan has finally changed the singing path now.

Every note he pops up and every melody he hums has a vicissitudes of beauty, which makes Bai Ge super touched!

After listening to this song "Listen to the Wind", the white dove expressed the feelings of the young literary woman: "Dad, the past is unbearable to look back on. It is like the leaves floating in autumn. Time takes them away like the wind. Watching the leaves rolling on the ground and leaving us, we are helpless and can only stand quietly, confused, and wait for the wind to bury them. Listening to you singing this song, I feel that you are really relieved. I finally waited for this day. I want to cry."

"Silly kid, why are you crying?"

I have been playing music all my life and I am sensitive. After Bai Ge said this, Lin Zaishan wanted to cry.

But at the same time, he also felt more deeply that his daughter's musical understanding is super strong!

It turns out that it is a tiger father without a dog!

The uncle who used to be had a low level of education and was not right in singing, but he was indeed a musical genius with a super excellent musical sense.

Otherwise, he would not have stood out in the competitive golden age of pop music and reached a height that many singers would never reach in their lifetime.

"Pigeon, we have walked through the difficult road together, why fear the distance? Keep being strong, I will give you a song written for you, I hope you like it."

"I definitely like it! You actually wrote a song for me!"

Wiping away the touching tears of tears at the corners of his eyes, the white pigeon was extremely surprised!

"The name of this song is "White Dove". I'll give it to you. Let's encourage ourselves to move forward together."

After the Bai Ge pressed the recording key, Lin Zaishan swept the strings of the piano and started the interpretation of "White Dove" with a tough and tough voice.

...

There is no direction ahead

No clothes on your body~

Blood ~ wings oozing out

My tears ~ I was soaked in my chest ~

...

Flying~being hurt~

Escaped ~ Hunter's gun ~

My feet are no longer conscious.

My mood ~ the cold snow ~

...

Dear mother ~ beloved friend ~

I will be determined to live well~

The silent earth ~ the silent sky ~

Red blood~continue flowing~

...

Even with eternal wounds ~

At least I still have freedom ~

...

This song "White Dove" is a classic work by Wu Bai, a veteran Taiwanese rocker in his previous life.

This song was specially made by Wu Bai for pregnant woman Zhuang Jiahui who was shot in Guangsan Department Store in Taiwan.
To be continued...